

Sometimes..the beautiful things..the most innocent things...
Track A Ghost Thru The Fog..Like A Charmed Hour And A Haunted Song..And The Angel..Of
My Dreams..Angel

I Try Hard Not To Look Up..When You Walk In The Room...

And Many Of Those Dreams..Keep Passing Me By


So I Close My Eyes Softly...Til I Become That Part Of The Wind..That We All Long For...

I Try Hard Not to Reach Out..When You Walk Into The Room

You Understood..I Knew You Would..When You Were Good..You Were Very..Very Good

The Great Pretender
You Can Try Hard But You'll Never Catch Me

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